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The Son's Responsibility

Part 1

For lollopo

By Draconicon

Moving back home had taken some getting used to, and not just the fact that he was back at home and not living on his own anymore. Rylo felt like a kid again in his mom's house, and it was mostly down to the fact that everything was sized to her instead of any normal person.

The gray-furred wolf shuffled from foot to foot on the stool that he actually needed to look over the sink and do the dishes, adjusting his weight and balance as the rickety old thing nearly came out from under him for the third time in the last ten minutes. Even though he stood five-foot-four - not that tall for a wolf, but certainly average for some species - the sink was at least four-foot-eight off the ground, and he was constantly having to lean and nudge and shift things around if he didn't use the stool. Everything else had the same issue, from the light switches to the chairs, and even the toilets were sometimes problematic due to the special design that his mom had demanded when she and his long-gone father had moved into the house years ago.

Yet, at the same time, it felt good to be back. Weird, but good.

He put one of the clean plates off to the side, looking up from the sink to the window that looked out at the back garden. He caught a brief glimpse of himself - slender-shouldered, vaguely effeminate with a narrower muzzle than most males would have had, and with a hint of a curve inward that was definitely not typical for male wolves - before his eyes locked onto his mother. She was bent over, of course, her hips pushed back as she tended to the flowers out there, and he licked his lips as he stared at that ass.

"Mmmm..."

She was taller than him by quite a bit. He barely stood five-foot-four, but she was easily seven feet tall, and loomed over him and everyone else that he knew. The gray-furred wolfess didn't dress up that much outside, though she still have the important bits covered. Tight shorts that pulled in and showed off just how thicc she was, a top that barely went down to the bottom of her ribs and still showed quite a bit of under-boob, and probably nothing under either of them, all things considered. He could see the sweat stains on both, and he grinned when he imagined he could make out her holes or her nipples.

Some people would have called him sick, doubtlessly. Considering the things that he and his mom got up to, they might have even been right, but he didn't really care. His mom wanted these things just as much as he did, and as long as she consented, he was happy.

He dunked another dish in the soapy water as he imagined what others would say if they knew what his life had become. He'd come home from college and decided to stay with his mom to save money, and from there, he'd drifted further and further into this powerful, intensely physical relationship with her. Rita - his mother - used to have some gentlemen callers around when he had first come home, but once they had their arrangement...

Well, suffice to say that Rylo had his skills in bed, and he was more than happy to put them to his mother's use.

Another dish, another click as it went to the drying rack. His mother had turned from her flowers to the herbs that were growing not far off, and she squatted down -

"Ooooooh, show me those soles..."

He loved it when she wore the transparent rubber shoes. He couldn't see anything from the top or the front, of course, but the minute that she squatted down, her heels went up, and he could see the black pads of her feet pressed firmly against the transparent rubber. Oh, they were so wet-looking, too, squished and soft and...mmmph. He could only imagine how those would feel pressed against his face later.

As he fumbled for another dish and realized that there were none left, he groaned. So much for keeping an eye on her while she was working. He'd need to find -

Right. That was an idea. Cook-prep. He could get that done while she was gardening, and when he was done with that, he could move on to the out-of-house stuff. Some chores still needed doing, no matter how much he enjoyed getting his eye-candy for the day, but he could put them off for a little bit longer. Not much, but a little bit.

Rylo hopped down from the stool to get a couple of carrots, celery, and the other veg for dinner out of the fridge. As soon as he had them, he dragged the stool over to another part of the countertop and hopped back up, getting comfortable and making sure that he had the right knife. Some of them were a bit too dull, but others were just a trifle too sharp for distracted knifework. There was one that was just right, however, and once he had it, he felt safe to look out the window again.

He never got over just how much his mother sweated. Even now, looking out the window at the taller female, he could see how much her hard work was pulling her shirt in tighter and tighter to her chest. It showed off every inch, every detail of her breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination. She was completely exposed despite her attempts at modesty, the once-white shirt almost transparent from how much she was dripping.

And it wasn't just sweat, either. He could just make out the darker circles of her nipples through the now-transparent shirt, and he could see the little white droplets that were oozing through them into the fabric, too. He could only imagine the smell that would be coming off her out there, carried on the wind to unknowing nostrils. The very idea that someone else would be getting that instead of him...

Rylo wasn't particularly territorial, but when it came to his mother, he had to admit that he growled at the idea of anyone else getting her these days. He might not be the one in charge, but he was the one that she had picked.

She was his.

He was hers.

End of story.

The carrots were chopped, the celery started, and she turned around and faced the window. He had a split-second to see her from the front properly, her breasts pushed forward by the tightness of the shirt, her shorts pulled up and pressed flush to her pussy to the point of creating a camel toe down there, and then she saw him. Her eyes met his, and she smiled.

"...Oh boy..."

She shook her head, walking up the path to the house before moving out of sight of the window. He heard the back door open, followed by the soft click-clack of it shutting again. His mother sighed down the hall.

"How many times are you going to let me catch you eye-fucking me?" she called out.

"Uh, as many times as it takes before I'm fucking you again."

"You know the rules. Only when momma needs her dicking."

"I know, I know. But it's so hard to wait."

"That's why I'm calling it payment instead of fun," she said, walking around the corner and joining him in the kitchen. "Otherwise, I'd have to charge you rent, and then why would a stud like you stick around?"

So many reasons, but he knew that his mother wouldn't entirely believe them. She wasn't quite an 'older woman' just yet, but considering that he was in his twenties and she was in her late forties, nearing her fifties, it wouldn't be long before she'd start feeling like that. As far as he was aware, the only thing that kept those feelings at bay was his constant love and adoration of her, and she seemed to require that to be under her terms.

Considering how good it was when she let him do things for her, Rylo was more than willing to go with those terms. He smiled as he kissed her, leaning up on tiptoes to do it, and she leaned down to make it a bit easier. They split, but the smell...oh, the smell was already filling the room.

He craved that musk. He always had, ever since he was an old enough wolf to know what it meant and what it did to him, and he was pretty sure that he always would. A low groan escaped him as he breathed it in, feeling it saturate his nostrils and cover his tongue in the same moment. A low growl kept coming to his lips, suppressed by the barest of margins as she leaned over him, all but pressing her breasts against his face. Certainly, she was smearing him with her slick shirt.

"Heh, is mama's cub all eager for her?"

"Mmmph...always."

"You want to get a taste?"

"So much..."

"Come here."

She lifted her arm, and the potent reek of her musk and sweat hit him like a freight train. He leaned in, sniffing the complex bouquet of sour and salty, bitter and pungent that came from the fur and flesh beneath it. She was...so strong-smelling...

The rest of her wasn't exactly clean, either, but the smell had long-since saturated the house. He had almost gotten used to the way that she marked her house with her presence, and him by being around her so often. Showers only just took the edge off most of the time, and when she got to working hard, either outside or in the home gym that she had set up...oh, it hit hard.

He breathed it in again, grinding his nose under her arm, and she brought it down on his head. He grunted as she trapped him in place, holding him tight, but did he struggle? No. He hadn't struggled since the first time; it felt too good to just go along with it and see what happened. More, more, more was needed, and he was going to get it.

As he dragged his tongue through her soaked fur, pressing it firmly against her pit to get all that thick sweat and oil on his tongue, he got that taste. Earthy, strong, just a little bit bitter compared to her other parts, and he moaned as he felt his cock throb in his pants. His shaft was already starting to leave his sheath -

"Ah ah..."

His mother's fingers pressed against the front of his jeans, just firm and strong enough to form a bit of a block against the bulge his stiffened sheath had created. He groaned, fighting the urge to hump against her hand.

"Not yet. That stays in your pants until after dinner."

"Mmph..."

"Listen to your mother, Rylo."

"I know, mom, I know, just...mmmph..."

"I know. You're all horned up for me. You know how much you love being my little boy-toy, don't you?"

"Mmmph...love it. Love being yours, love getting...getting all your sexy smells, and getting to lick you up..."

"Heh, don't I know it?"

She ruffled his head-fur, leaning down and kissing his forehead. The movement brought him out of her pit and into her chest, and the slightly sourer smell of breast-milk hit him. He huffed, shivering from head to toe as he remembered the taste that went with that, and he whimpered as he looked up at her.

His mother rolled her eyes.

"Still just a puppy deep down inside, aren't you?"

"Well...maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"Would being a puppy let me have a taste?"

"Heh, fine, fine. You can have a taste before you have to go."

The moment she pulled her sweat-soaked shirt over her head, he was in heaven. The sweat droplets flung from her fur against his face sent more scent-shivers down his spine, but it was the sight of those dark nipples and the little bit of white streaming from them that really made him grin.

His tongue lolled from his lips as he darted forward, burying his face between her tits. He licked and lapped at her chest like a pup possessed, unable to help himself as he savored all those old, familiar tastes that he had learned as a little cub. He worked his head from side to side, chasing out all those crevices between her hefty bosom before pulling his lips back, dragging his tongue down her left tit all the way to her nipple.

The soft warm-sour-creamy flavor that waited for him was just as strong as he remembered, and he dragged his tongue in a circle around her nipple before sealing his lips to it. Lick, lap, suck -

"Mmmph..."

She squirted milk into his muzzle, and he swallowed hard, sucking again, and again. His teeth were carefully applied, teasing it with pressure and suction at the same time, and before long, she was oozing.

"Yeah, baby, just like that..."

She rubbed his head, and he leaned in, sucking hard. The instinct to keep going until he drained her nipple was so strong, but Rylo knew better. He would resist. He would be better.

Instead, he moved to her other nipple, and did the same. The first continued to drip and occasionally spurt, squirting over the side of his head and catching one of his ears while he wasn't paying attention. He focused his attention fully on the one in front of him, dragging his tongue around it until -

"MMmph!"

It was like the damn burst, and he suddenly had a mouthful of milk to contend with. He swallowed hard and kept swallowing, smiling wide.

His mother's nipples had never entirely stopped producing milk when he was a cub. He didn't know just why that was, but they had never completely stopped. At some point, he believed when he was around eight years old, she stopped even trying to keep it from happening.

Instead, she dripped, and she dripped constantly, oozing over her shirts and leaving them all marked with mother's milk. Her lactating pair had been the envy of many of the other teens when he hit high school, and he had taken many pictures with him for them to see. Never told them who it was, though.

Now, they were all his. A little bit of pressure always got them dripping more than usual, and he knew that they were just about ready for a bit of milking. He reached up to one of them -

"Ah ah."

She stopped him, grabbing his wrist and holding it back. He groaned.

"Come on...just let me milk them for dinner."

"You'll be eating half of it, dear. And besides, you have chores outside to do."

"They can wait, right?"

"Dear..."

"Fine, fine. I'll...I'll go get it done," he said, shaking his head as he pulled his hand back. "But I want to play with them later."

"If I'm in the mood, I'll let you."

"Deal."

He resisted the urge to reach down and play with himself a bit. Rita knew he had a boner, and she'd already made her terms clear: it stayed in his pants until after dinner. That was still at least four hours off, though, and he knew that she'd want to do at least a little more tongue-play before then.

Hopefully, at least.

He gathered his coat and his shoes, looking over his shoulder at his mom one last time. She had already started dribbling on the floor, some of the sweat from her chest and legs dripping from her, and the continuing drip, drip, drip from her nipples didn't help, either. If she had bothered to take off her shoes, he doubted that the tiled floor would have survived unscathed; she was so sweaty down there that he could see some of it bubbling up through the insides of her transparent shoes.

Mmm, looking forward to tending to those later...

Once his jacket was on, he leaned over and kissed his mom on the cheek. She leaned back and kissed him in return, patted his back, and sent him on his way.

Once he was outside the house, he took a breath of the fresh air and found it lacking. There was something wrong about it without the strong stench of sweat and everything else that lingered from the house. He was used to that, enjoyed it, wanted to feel it around him at all times. Part of that was the urge to be with his mother, but most of it was just the unrepentant urge to have that sexy, lovely scent around at all times.

He hunched his shoulders and set off. The sooner that he completed the few bits of shopping that they needed, the better. There was still the trip to the post office and a couple of other small chores to do after that, and he knew for a fact that the longer that he took doing this, the less time that his mother would give him for what he wanted instead of what she wanted.

And considering that he wanted to go crazy before fucking her tonight, he really needed her to be in a good mood. He walked a little faster.

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Dinner was a simple affair, nothing more than meat, veg, and rice, but it was as tasty as it ever was. His mother finished her plate first and waited patiently for him to do the same, but the shift in the room once her food was done was immediate. Once she pushed her plate to the side, the smells of chicken, well-seared vegetables, and the comforting smell of spices all over the kitchen was replaced with the heavier, thicker smell of feet.

Strong.

Sweaty.

Musky.

Feet.

His mouth watered for an entirely different reason as she smiled at him from across the table, leaning forward and resting her breasts on the table. He blushed as he watched the moisture from her fur drip through her shirt again, puddling on the table's surface, and the thick smell made his cock throb all the harder in his pants, threatening to push up and through the zipper that barely held it back.

"Mmmph..."

"Something the matter, Rylo?"

"No, mom..."

"You want to be under the table, don't you?"

"Mm-hm. Real bad."

"Then make sure that you finish up. You can't get your treat until you finish your dinner."

"Yes, mom."

He would have gobbled down his food if he had been allowed, but his mother had raised him better than that. Even if he was something of a pervert these days, he would still be a well-mannered one.

His cheeks burned regardless as he forced himself to go slowly, eating the last handful of bites on the plate. The rice, the meat, the veg: it all blended together for him as he worked through it, taking one bite after another. Every breath tainted the food with the smell of her feet, the thick, musky smell making it impossible for him to think of anything else. He wanted to be down there, his face pressed against her soles, his eyes closed as he worshiped her feet and enjoyed every last inch of them.

Not yet, though.

Not yet.

One bite. Two. Three. Half of it already, but he was tasting that slight sourness that the smell carried with it now. It was as if her feet were on the table and dripping on his plate instead of just creating a puddle on the floor. He knew for a fact that she'd slipped her feet from her shoes once she'd finished her plate, and now, the smell was his problem, his teasing little problem, until he finished his plate.

A fourth bite, then a fifth. He swallowed, groaning, his cock all but throbbing out of his pants by that point. The tip had created such a bulge that it ground against the underside of the table, and yet, he was the one whimpering as he looked up at the taller canine.

"What's the matter, little pup? Too much?"

"Mmmph...just...very strong. I can smell it from here."

"I know. That's the point. You want to be a good boy for momma, right?"

"Mmmph. You know I do."

"Then take it in. Let it soak into you. You belong to me, right?"

"Mmmph...I belong to you, alright."

"Then just breathe it in...let it soak in..."

It was the thing that came up from time to time. Though they had to keep their incestual relationship something of a secret to make sure that nobody got pissed at them in the rest of the world, that didn't mean that his mother was entirely happy with it. More than once, she had made it clear that she would like to smother him in her scent, smear it all over him and make sure that it didn't get off his fur. It would have made it clear to anyone else in the outside world that he was claimed, and those with dog noses would have had a much better idea of what they were dealing with.

They never did it, because it would risk too many questions, but there were times when he wished that they would go through with it.

He finished the last bite, finally, and pushed the plate off to the side. Ducking under the table, he slid over to her side and lifted her feet from the puddle that they had already created under them.

They were drenched, the undersides of her feet soaked to the skin. The skin was so wet that it reflected the kitchen lights, and the smell had already drifted through the air and coated everything. One breath was enough for him to smell just how hard she'd been working that day, and he could tell that it was soaking into the floor again, and spreading along the lower parts of the table, too.

If we ever had houseguests...

If they ever had houseguests, he was pretty sure that they would run off, screaming into the night. Or they would be the sort of guests that would eagerly embrace anything that they were offered in the house of sin and pleasure.

Not my mom, though...

Rylo shook his head as he lifted one of his mom's sweaty feet to his lips. One little sniff, and he started oozing. His cock dripped into his pants, soaking the crotch almost instantly. Well, what little wasn't already soaked with the foot resting down there. He lifted her foot to her lips and kissed her toes, parting them and letting the big toe rest on his tongue.

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, Rylo, that's it. That's a good boy..."

He was a very good boy. A very good boy, indeed.

As he sucked on her big toe, he worshiped it. He tilted his head, moaning at the taste and the feeling of being under his mom's feet again. He felt like he was being sent right back in time, feeling like nothing more than that obedient pup again. Such an easy time...but this was better. This...this was sensual, sexual, intimate, and he growled and moaned at the same time as he kept licking along that one digit.

Lick.

Lap.

Suck.

Especially the suck.

He looked up and saw his mom's hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy delicately as he worked his head forward and back, dragging his tongue along her toes and between them. Each time that he managed to lick some of the sweat clear of her fur, he knew that it would be replaced in short order. She just produced too much.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

He pressed the side of muzzle against her sole, feeling the wet heat that pushed through the fur and soaked into his face. It was so strong, and he knew that most of it would still linger after the post-sex shower. He'd be smelling like his mother for the rest of the day, and maybe the week...

Fuck...fuck...

She pressed her other foot against his chest, and he took off his shirt. It hit the floor, and he went back to sucking toes and licking soles. He held her feet to either side of his head, turning from one to the other. The one that wasn't getting tongue attention was held against the side of his face, giving him more of that warmth and pressure, while the other got all the tongue-attention that he could muster.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

All along her foot, all along her toes and between them. Each one was slathered with his spit, but his mom was still so warm...sweaty...musky...

"Mmm, such a good boy...higher..."

He groaned. Some days, she would have allowed him to stay at her feet for hours. There were some days where he had been nothing but a footstool for twenty-four hours, and that had been so intense, so pleasurable, that he had almost lost himself in it. It took him the entire night to be able to focus on anything but his mother's feet after that, and this was almost as bad. It was so...so strong...

And he loved...being underfoot...

And under...her...

He drooled over her toes before she pushed hm, nudging him back to reality. Rylo slid forward, parting her legs and kissing over her thighs as he worked his way to her sex. The smell there, likewise, was powerful as could be, strong and overwhelming, but not filthy. It was more...raunchy, thick and strong with the scent of a female in need, and it went right down to his cock, begging him to get up and just take her, rut her, put her in her place.

But she was his mother. She called the shots.

He submitted to her hand on the back of his head as she pushed him down against her crotch. Sealing his lips to her sex, he shoved his tongue inside of her and was immediately left huffing at the taste of it. The thicker, heavier taste - slightly metallic with the other, more strange flavors - hit him hard, and he all but humped the air as he kept thrusting his tongue inside of her.

"That's it...mmph...good boy...good boy."

She kept scritching right between his ears, encouraging him to keep eating her out, slamming his tongue into her over and over and over again. It was something so easy, and yet, she got so much pleasure from it. Her juices dribbled over his chin, and he kept having to fight himself not to reach down and jerk himself off. A little bit, he knew, wouldn't hurt anything, but good lord, it was so hard...

And so was he...

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

His tongue went in and out, in and out, her pussy lips moving with his tongue. She moaned over his head, her feet grinding against his thighs. They were so close to his cock, so near to his erection. He needed...

He needed...

RIIIP!

Without warning, his cock ripped right through his pants, popping out and bobbing between his thighs. His mother leaned back, leaving him kneeling there panting for breath, and stared at the resulting, throbbing, dripping hard-on with an expression mixing bemused with playful exasperation.

"Well, I suppose you've been a good boy. Stand up."

He did, and she leaned over the counter. The stool was right behind her, giving him the right bit of leverage to be able to fuck her. Rylo didn't need to be told twice what to do. Hell, he didn't need to be told once.

With a growl, he lunged for his mother, grabbing her by the hips and ramming his cock right beneath her tail. She was so slick and wet from oral and everything else that they'd done that day that he just slipped right in despite his size, and he started hammering away from the start.

"Oh, fuck...oh, yeah, go for it...show me...show me how good a stud you are, dear..."

He growled louder, barely more than a feral beast from waiting all day long. Tomorrow, he hoped, would be an easier day, but the way that she had controlled him, teased him, pushed him, meant that he had no restraint left. He needed this, and it was impossible for him to slow down. His knot was already growing, pushing out of his sheath as he jackhammered away, ramming in, out, in, out, each time feeling like it would be the last, and each time finding a little more stamina to keep going.

Squelch, squelch, squelch. The sound of her sopping pussy and his throbbing cock was so loud, almost drowning out his mother's moans. He slapped her ass, and she clenched up, but they were both so soaked at this point that it didn't matter. He was just...going at it. His knot - pop-pop-pop - was forcing her open every time that he rammed it in, and she moaned for the heavens as she all but flopped against the counter.

"Yes...yes! That's it...hard as you can...faster!"

Rylo pushed himself as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her every time that he bottomed out. His knot was too big to completely sheathe in her anymore, but it didn't matter; he was still hitting it against her with every thrust. She was pushing back, trying to take it, and he panted, feeling how close he was.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

POP!

"NNNGH!"

"Awooooooo!"

As he slammed in one last time, his knot sealed inside of her, he came. She was already trembling, huffing and cumming around him, her pussy walls clenching hard and trying to pull everything he had from his balls, but his cock was already delivering just that. Pulses of pleasure ran from his balls to his tip, and each one carried a massive cumshot, running all the way out and in.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

He could feel and hear the gurgles, and before long, his mother's belly was pushing out as it always did. She rose up from the countertop, his cock and cum inflating her slightly, then a little bit more, up to the point where she looked several months pregnant. It happened every time, and - also like every other time - she came a second time as his cock and cum stretched her belly out.

Maybe one day they'd do this for real. Maybe, one day, he'd be the one to impregnate her for real.

The End

Summary: A son with an obsession over his mother maintains an incestual relationship with her in exchange for not paying rent.

Tags: M/F, Mother/Son, Incest, Vaginal, Oral, Cunnilingus, Foot Fetish, Orgasm, Cum, Boobs, Breast Play, Lactation, Teasing, Sweat, Musk, Extreme Sweat,